Tolani

w phone, laptop, and microphone for me,

et serious with m

annel, Tolani. I don't lik

need, Maobi m. My videos are b

have him get me all the gadgets I need

n the couch, hugging hi

he hug when I noticed I had cold feet because the hug was pretty

s rounding off my second year in school. We met when I came

me intimately. He was that type of

never in support of me, studying in the eastern part of Nigeria because they felt I was too young at 20.

e, my child. You are the only girl child I h

o the kitchen to get some juice, just to ease t

uiet, and followed

from the fridge, and a gla

and filled the juice to the brim as I fidd

ous." Chimaob

am not.

bi. I am tired. I need you, I want to feel

u know how much you make me feel? Do you know how I can't take off my eyes from you? You run on my mind all day. I wish my heart was a prison,

it. Touch

my glass, kept it back on the counter, gently pulled my hair from my shoul

for you." He whispered

nd I felt I was read

to know what it

, I wanted him, badly. Both of

e" I pondered as I

French kiss. I won't disturb you

used to do that, he only kisses my forehead when we are pathing. He felt

s chest, quickly lifted me up onto the kitchen

ered on the kitchen floor,

egs with my legs wrap

my tiny waist, and he rested

ld be better not to do this." He said, help

uch, I had fantasized the both

." I begged him, and gave him a searing look,

felt refreshing,

I tugged clumsily at

use, and I pulle

much" he mumble

ch more, babie

idn't matter to us again. Th

ock ticked as Chimaobi carried me upstai

w and rolled on each other in sessions, as we

ation in my armpits. I could fe

my ears, my neck, my narvel, slowly, steadily, explor

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